Micaela

I arrive at the locker room, with Stella leading the way, chattering non-stop. “You are Micaela right”. A guy in a bum-short and heavy makeup approached us, chewing his gum loudly.

“Yes I am” I stared at him wide-eyed, losing myself for a moment.

“He’s transgender—”. Stella whispers into my ears

.I used that opportunity to look around, marking each place we passed any little information that could be useful to me in the future when I make my escape from here.

“Stop ...